I just finished a great book by Paul Auster, one of my all-time favourite authors. It’s the first book I’ve read in years that I literally couldn’t put down at times; the other day I was reading it while walking back to work after lunch.

Oracle Night is a story about an author recovering from a serious illness who discovers a semi-magical notebook in a stationery store that sends him on a journey of the imagination that has serious repurcussions in his real life. Plus, like the two Jonathan Lethem novels I read recently (see blog passim), it’s all set in my neighbourhood of Cobble Hill/Carroll Gardens (apparently Auster also lives around here).

Here’s the filthy lucre link: